Dupree and her daughter Sophie. Miles was reminiscing about how pretty Sophie was at eighteen years old in her school uniform when he was interrupted ...y the sound of the door opening. Mrs. Dupree had taken her jacket off and was stood in a tweed skirt and tight sweater which made her small breasts stand out prominently. The tawse which had been used six weeks previously was hanging from her left hand. “Would you mind pulling the piano stool out please?” Miles felt a sense of parody. The tone. . I knew they could tell I was horny because my nipples where so erect.. They ask me "where was I staying?" and "who I was with?" I replied "with my boyfriend". I could see they were disappointed with the answer I had giving them, At this point I had totally forgot about him asleep up the in the sun bed,, I had a quick glance up and saw him still asleep... The relief of my shoulders was immense, because if he saw me he would of flipped, which I could understand because of the size of these. She could work her cunt muscles so his cock was totally locked and generally when only his balls were on display; she would offer her bum every now and again and what she could do with her mouth made his teeth rattle, however, she was now beginning to want a permanent relationship, not that the word marriage had been mentioned but others little hints, like buying property, admiring the various array of attachments rings and visiting display stores for white goods and furniture, she wanted that. I hear him let out a loud groan of his own as mine are muffled.I bet he thought it was his idea. It wasn’t. I’m going to allow myself one good orgasm on her tongue and his spunk down my throat and then I’m heading off to those two guys I spotted earlier.I’m on a real high now and as soon as his cock slips down my throat I reach out with my hands and grasp his buttocks. I start pulling him in. Further and further down my throat. I start to suck and swallow on his length and start to rock my body.